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[Diabolical Rhapsody]

Team Blue

 

Whether it was the fatigue building up in keeping up with such an agile enemy or just sheer luck but Thargan's swings missed their mark completely as the Razorfang charged at his throat with eyes red with fury. Geraint had by coincidence managed to kill the baby bunny with his punt. The pommel of the scimitar crushing the skull of the tiny critter like eggs on the pavement. It let out a tiny shriek before it too bit the dust.

 

The furious mother was now like an embodiment of lightening, running and charging with full feral force. His sidestep which had made him miss his swing was also his savior though as he narrowly avoided the deadly fangs by sacrificing the collar bone. He let out a huge roar in disappointment. The bunny landed on his other side and stared at him. This was not where he wanted the rabbit but the bunny wasn't safe either cause, the true potential of the one who stood before her shone only when pushed to the edge.

 

Spoiler

Bad rolls Blue, you rolled a -4 so a complete miss. Your Dex check was a +1 so your armor mitigated half damage. You took 20 Damage and are at 50/150. Berserker Rage is on from next post.

 

Muninn, my man what a roll. You rolled a +2 and killed the baby even with a punt. You can't interfere with Thargan's fight till next post. If he fails in the next too, you can join in.

 

Team Green

 

Whether by instinct or through prior experience both the young adventurers knew of the threat that snakes presented. Yada had seen plenty of serpents during his time at his home. Though the serpents on land were not the size of those that roamed the seas, they were nonetheless lethal.

 

Wisp too had the bright idea of living to fight another day, she knew she'd be capable to hunt them in the future but the tinkerer was well aware that she didn't have the necessary expertise to deal with such a menace. As they ambled together in the fields Wisp spotted probable prey.

 

The swarm was large but the opportunity was great, she had not seen Shrews in such large numbers gathered at a place. It was like they were having a party and Wisp and Yada could be party crashers.

 

Spoiler

 

Wise choice! Here you have a group of 7 Shrews, four level 2 and three Level 3. Have fun!

 

Also, you guys have advantage of surprise. First attack invites no counter.

 

 

Korgan!

 

If Brax the Diviner had a tv, the most watched show would be Mad times with Korgan Stonefist, he was like the dwarven incarnation of his brother Hadvar the crazy. The insanity that this dwarf put into his fight was sheer genius to an extent. As the hulking ironfang covered most of the tunnel space and hissed to drive some fear into Korgan, he refused to be budged. Instead he answered his challenge with his own virile display of letting go of his chainmail.

 

Bare-chested and with a maddening grin on his face, splatters of tinfang blood still covered his arms as he stretched with his weapons. Korgan lived for fighting, was thrilled by it and thrived on it. The ale had settled comfortably in his belly, god knows that he can use another mug.

 

The tall beast charged like a black mass of hulking metal but Korgan had a reply of his own, the flaming axe cut into its metal hard flesh and  the hammer struck the head of the axe to drive it deeper. The animal shrieked in rage, it had been a long time that any gutsy adventurer had faced him. His hiss alone intimidated and scared away the newbie and weak. With the axe stuck in the animal hide Korgan flew alongside the Ironfang and was slammed into the wall.

 

Shaken but still dazed by the pleasure of the fight. Korgan gripped on his tools tighter. The flaming orange blade turned a deep amber as he a streak of blood dripped down from his brow. Catching it at his lips, he liked it hungrily, the taste of his own blood further enthralling him. As Dwarf and beast faced each other off again, Korgan readied himself for the unthinkable.

 

Ironfang pounced and Korgan jumped into his maw, settling the blade in its throat. The beast thrashed about trying to escape the singing fire in his throat and with a mighty cough launched Korgan into the nearby wall again. Its mouth was wounded but its pit-less eyes burned with intense fury. It had been better had Korgan kept on his suit of armor for now, it was anyone's game.

 

Spoiler

 

Bad rolls Naifu. You did 490 damage on the Ironfang, he's at 3410/3900. You took 60 damage, you are at 180/240. This fight would be close. Good luck.

Edited by RP Fiend, 21 July 2015 - 05:09 PM.

[The Illuminati]

Blood & Gore: The Battlefield is a Glorious Place

Screaming in pain while simultaneously choking on the dwarf trapped in it’s maw by his own choice, the ironfang shook it’s head feverishly before retching Korgan into a nearby pillar.

The rotted wood shattered like glass beneath the hard muscles of Korgan’s back, snapping in two before bringing down at least a quarter of the mining tunnel they were in.

Coughing up blood as splinters pierce his flesh and dust clogs his eyes, Korgan nevertheless wills himself forward just in time to avoid most of the debris.

The narrow battlefield is now a back blizzard of falling stone and dust -- the birthplace of a dwarf.

Taking advantage of the cave-in, Korgan rushes towards the distracted reptilian behemoth. Raising his hammer, he smashes at the vulnerable front paw of the beast as he passes, before slipping behind the forearm and aiming a mighty blow at the creature’s elbow.

Gear and Stats

Spoiler

Traits:
- Celebrated Legacy: All weapons crafted by dwarves are a grade better than their counterparts crafted by other races.
- Hammer and Axe: +1 to Warrior/+2 to Paladin
- Drunken Monk Step: +1 to damage when under the influence of ale. +1 Toughness.
- "KKOORRGGAANN SSTTOONNEEFFIISSTT!!!!": An epic shout that reinvigorates Korgan and all nearby allies.
- "Coward!": A powerful shout that propels Korgan through the air and onto the back of whichever enemy was trying to run away from their fight.
- Dwarven Boxing: Korgan deals more damage for every enemy, over three, surrounding him.

Level: 10

Level progress: 720/3520

Class: Warrior

Inventory:
- Zharr'Grund: Zharr'Grund is an ego weapon and as such, will scale with Korgan's level and gain bonus stats every 10 levels. Base Damage 16, Flame Damage +3, Durability 57/65, Weight 19.
- Val'Zwein: Val'Zwein is a fine weapon. Damage 15, Durability 45/80, Weight 13.
- Face of the Mountain King: Face of the Mountain King is a piece of normal armor, with the face of a bear across the front. Armor 15, Durability 98/100, Weight 15.
- Robes of the Dwarven Warrior Priest: Robes of the Dwarven Warrior Priest is a fine, dwarven armor set. Armor 45, Durability 148/150, Weight 25.

Current Location: Ruehill Mines, Lair of the Tinfangs.

Stats:
- Toughness: 7
- Endurance: 6
- Power: 6
- Intellect: 4
- Health: 240/240 (+1 due to influence of ale)
- Fatigue: 0/12

Skills:
- Blacksmith: +4
- Entertainer: +3
- Fighter: +5

SP: +2

[Jod]

Peering over the tip of a knoll, Yada sees opportunity. A group of large rodents seem to be lavishing themselves at the end of the knoll’s slope. They seemed oblivious of their surroundings, completely content on each other. He had seen schools of fish behave this way.. during mating season. It would seem to be a plausible explanation.

 

But it did not matter, this was an optimal situation for a hunter, to find ones prey unawares. A small smile formed on his features. “It would seem that this party, has come upon a lucky situation. Listen to this plan of mine, it is my belief this hunt will successful. I will stalk down the knoll under the cover of an arcane fog. While one shall go around this knoll and flank the rodents if it pleases one” he says. With a nod of approval from Wisp, Yada got ready to cast his spell.

 

“Oh lord of sea, and lady of the wind, wreathe the loyal in thine cloak of mists, confound that wish me ill and hide thine servant from harm” he chanted as he crept down the knoll. A fog began to coalesce around him, laced with a subtle hallucination inducing poison.

 

All the shrews would see , would be a low lying fog creep down the small mound, nothing to be alarmed about. As he neared the Shrews,and the were covered with the fog. He began his next part of the plan. He then charged the weaker of the shrews near the edge of the group. His feet silently padding the the grass underneath. As Yada approached within a few yards of the creature he leapt into the air and dived on the creature, jabbing with his spear during his descent to add the most to his damage.

 

STATS & STUFF

Spoiler

Traits:

• Increased regeneration (Passive): The rate of recovery is higher among these folk and it increases when near a body of water.

• Poseidon's bounty (Passive): Have easier access to information and a natural charm about them. +1 Charm and Haggling.

• Shark Attack!!(Passive) [Meena only]: +1 to Water/Ice/Poison Magic.

• Jewel of the Sea: beautiful Yada, mischievous and wise

• Dwarak Physiology: The Dwarakian people live at the deepest and most viscous parts of the ocean; in enormous pressures due to this, they have a tremendous physique

Level: 1

Stats:

• Toughness: 3

• Endurance: 3

• Power: 3

• Intellect: 3

 

Skills:

• Polearm Mastery: 5

• Hydromancy[Water]: 4+1

• Athletics: 3

 

[Shmuser Name]

"Wow, that is quite the congregation. Cutting through that is going to be wild." Wisp lightly remarked, her voice straining to be whispered as her narrowed eyes scanned over the enormous collection of creatures.

 

The beating of the sun onto her back felt gentle and nice. Wisp's upper-body weight fell upon her breastplate, which dug softly into the earth and grass below her bosom. Wisp's bottom stuck slightly upwards like a hump, and the tips of her footwear pressed inwards onto the slope while she comfortably rested upon the earth with both of her legs straightened out. She lifted her head and observed the shrews with Yada for a decent amount of time before the Meena verbally produced his plan of action for the hunt. Wisp leaned onto one of her elbows and propped her head up at an angle with her hand as she listened.

 

"Indeed, it pleases me a fine deal. Off to it, then. Good luck my friend, I wish for your steps to be swift and light." Wisp chirped before crawling down the slope and unsheathing her blade.

 

The young woman admired the metallic character of her weapon, and then checked her small pack to check for the room she had within it. Wisp moved along the side of the knoll, and then crouched low to the ground. She spread her feet wide apart on the floor and leaned quite low to the vegetation at her feet. Wisp maintained her balance perfectly, holding her blade out behind her so as to not frighten the shrews with a blinding flash of reflected sunlight. Wisp shadowed herself behind a small group of leafy, thin bushes.

 

Just as the Meena had planned, his mystical fog edged down the knoll, showing no sign whatsoever of the individual casting the magic. The young man leaped boldly out from his fog, looking majestic as he raised his weapon and brought it down onto his victim. As for Wisp, then rolled out from her cover and horizontally swiped at a shrew after her roll halted.

 

Spoiler

Traits:

 

It's Kung-Fu fighting: +1 Melee combat/ +1 Evasion rolls when not in combat.

Hunger for Dominance: +10% Xp gain.

Multi-talented: Can Master two combat classes instead of one.

All For One: Wisp's determination to keep her friends safe encourages her to stay alive. Health regeneration of Wisp increases for all established allies near her 

Hazard Heart: Wisp is familiar to the power of explosions, and understands how to deal with them. The effects of Explosives, Detonations, Blasts, or Eruptions to Wisp are reduced by a small amount

 

Level: -1-

 

Class: N/A

 

Inventory: Empty

 

Stats + Skills:

Toughness: 3

Endurance: 2 

Power: 3

Intellect: 4

__________

Resistance: +5

Crafting: +4

Combat Harmony: +3

Edited by Shmuser Name, 27 July 2015 - 11:23 PM.

[Orcraniil]

Ziku

 

 Ziku nodded consent at Deirdre's instructions and began to gather the corpses into a neat pile while Faye went into the nearby shack that Deirdre had just scouted to prep the cooking side of things. Ziku worked in silence, slightly disappointed at his performance thus far, but not letting it weigh on his mind too long. Still, regardless of his poor showing, his two companions had proven that they were incredibly talented and were more than enough to have taken that group of Shrews without Ziku's help at all. Seeing the once helpless Faye strike out with such precision and skill brought a light smile to his face. Her courage was admirable, and the leadership and swordplay of Deirdre was also exemplary. They'd be great knights one day, and Ziku hoped to himself that he'd still be around when that day came.

 

 

Spoiler

R&R posts begin

 

HP: 120/120

Stamina: 2/4

 

Traits:

 

• Hunger for Dominance: 10% XP gain.
• Multi-talented: Can master two combat classes instead of one.
• It's Kung-Fu Fighting!: +1 Melee combat/+1 Evasion rolls out of combat
• Defiance: Gains a stat bonus the more enemies he faces
• Let's Get Dangerous: The closer he gets to death, the higher his chance of parrying increases (I'm thinking this one should be gated by times a day/week he can do it, unless the GM thinks it's fine without one)

Level: 1 (99 XP)

 

Class: (Locked until Level 10)

 

Stats: 12 base points

• Toughness: 4
• Endurance: 2
• Power: 4
• Intellect: 2

Skills:

• Duelist: +5
• Intimidation: +4
• Indomitable: +3

 

Inventory:

• Bandit Scimitar (Damage: 6(+3); Weight: 10; Durability: 40/40)
• Gloves (Weight: 5; Armor: 3(+1); Durability: 29/30)
• Boots (Weight: 5; Armor: 3(+1); Durability: 39/40)

1 gold

 

Consumables:

 

Current Location: Silkren

 

[Blue Flaming Wings]

Thargan felt cold.

 

It was not just the exhaustion in his limbs. Thargan had been moving, swinging, screaming – trying to kill the little … trying to kill it. Trying to kill it before he reached this point, where the world seemed to screech to a halt, where the edges of his vision curled up on themselves in a tint of blue. Through the haze Thargan saw the thin white lines of the Ravorfang’s tusks – the things that had cut, cut, cut into him – drawing trails of blood from his thigh, from his side, from his neck – so  many, many places. He had left a crisscross pattern across Thargan’s flesh – like some sort of grotesque artistry. And Thargan had screamed, he had wanted so very badly to wend and tear – to beat until blood splattered against the tiled floor.

 

But he, he had just –

 

Thargan smiled.

 

He smiled.

 

The handaxes were held loosely by the ork’s side as he glanced down at the bloodied creature before him. “…Really?” Came the soft voice, in such a stark contrast to Thargan’s earlier bellowing. “You call on me for this one?” (No, no, no, get out, get out, get -) “Sorry, little one,” The one who was not Thargan said, smile widening, “I’m going to have to mutilate you now. It’ll be fast, I promise.”

 

And it was fast.

 

Where before Thargan had moved with a savage brutality, now he slipped by the beast – the axe speeding by as he dragged it from one side to the next. At the sound of tearing flesh, at the cries of the wounded animal, his smile would widen – at peace.

 

When he finished his slide the ork would swing the other handaxe, aiming for the back. 

 

 

Spoiler

Traits:

           Robust(Passive) - Take less damage from physical attacks.

           Berserker Rage(Passive) - Once critically injured, have a 50% chance to slip into Blood rage where damage output is doubled for three posts.

                In his Berserker Rage Thargan does not let out any war cries. He moves with a coordinated control, a smile etched on his face. Caldrich's Smile.

           Conscripts (Tusker Only) - Fight better as a Unit or a group. Natural leaders in case of a mixed group.

           Indomitable: Once critically injured, has a 50% chance to regenerate wounds slowly. Stacks with Berserker Rage.

           Connections: Has established connections to gain mercenary contracts in various cities.

 

Level:  1

 

Class: (Unavailable until Level 10)

 

Inventory: Sturdy Hand-axes

                 Dam: 5 + 3 (8 each; total 16), Weight: 8

 

  Consumables:

 

 

Stats:

          Toughness: 5

          Endurance: 3

          Power: 3

          Intellect: 1

 

 

 

Skills:

           Dual-Wielding (Axes): +5

           Dexterity: +4

           Archery (Crossbow): + 3

 

Current Location: Silkren

 

Pet: -

Edited by Blue Flaming Wings, 31 July 2015 - 11:37 PM.

[Unbelievably Majestic]

Arenthiel To'rah

After spending much too long drinking in the bar, Arenthiel decided it was probably time to get some work done. Because how else was he going to pay off that bar tab? His face paled slightly when he considered how large the tab could be at this point. That could really be getting out of hand. Spirits cost a lost more than beer. And he'd never asked how much the Fire Brandy was. Fire Brandy was a town special. It probably cost a fair bit. And that was all he'd been drinking since he arrived...

And so it was that, after bravely sneaking out the window at the back of the tavern, and manfully remaining quiet as he fell on his face, Arenthiel started looking for snakes. Or something. Was it snakes? He was definitely out hunting something. Whatever it was that the nice bar-lady had said many drinks ago. He was hunting that. And he was pretty sure it was snakes. Whatever the case, he knew there was something about that needed killing. And that meant money. And money meant more of that Fire Brandy he'd taken a liking too. Plus, hunting was fun. It was a win-win situation really. He did hope the lovely lady at the bar wouldn't hold a grudge about his disappearance. Angry bartenders are not something Arenthiel likes to have in his life. They might refuse to serve him. He shuddered at the thought. No. She was probably going to be fine with it when he turned up with the money he was going to earn.

Out in the fields Arenthiel found himself stalling for a moment. He didn't know this land. He didn't know where the hunt-able things were. So he decided instead to hunt the people that had come out here before him. Because they were probably locals who knew where to go. Which people where they? He had no idea. But he could see their tracks. He could imagine them as if they were standing around waving for him to follow.

Eventually after following the tracks, even when they doubled back at high speed to run from something, Arenthiel found what he'd been looking for. Hunters. He was, however, surprised to see that they didn't look like locals. They didn't look like locals at all. Which meant that this whole time he'd been following them as they had just wandered around at random. And he could have done a great job of that all by himself.

He drew closer to the pair.

 

One was a Manus of some variety, she was cute. She had a blast of green in her hair and Arenthiel immediately decided he liked her. Though that could change the second she opened her mouth. What if she was a massively pompous prat like a Luxon elf? That would ruin Arenthiel's day. Next to the green haired Manus was a rare sight indeed. Some kind of Matsya. He'd never managed to learn the difference between the two types, but Arenthiel thought she was a cute one too. In terms of skills he had no way of knowing how good the pair were, but it seemed he'd definitely picked the best looking hunting party to follow.

As he approached to introduce himself, maybe get some names to go with some faces, the two sprang into action. It was really quite impressive. The cute Matsya girl made some kind of magical fog appear and the two of them moved down-hill under it's damp cover. And then they were out of view. Eager to see what was happening Arenthiel took up running for a short spell, before deciding it wasn't for him and returning to his silent, crouching low, hunters prowl. After lots of practice he was able to move rather swiftly in that position anyway.

He arrived just in time to see the action. His first glimpse was of the Manus woman mid-way through rolling out of the fog, threads of the fog streaming off of green hair as it whipped through it. The Matsya girl had leaped into the air. Spear outstretched, poised to strike as the tendrils of fog around her feet threatened to pull her back down to the earth. It was a cool scene. And Arenthiel was eager to join in.

This was going to be fun.

 

Arenthiel had his bow in his hand and an arrow nocked in an instant. The fog made it hard for him to pick out a clear shot on the closer creatures. But some of them a little further away were still exposed. He let an arrow loose at the shrew he'd picked out. An archer with the high-ground can be a terrible thing. Arenthiel was going to teach that lesson to the little creatures. The shrews will forever tell stories of this day. Of the man who rained death from on high. Of the mighty, and mightily drunken, Arenthiel To'rah. The Slayer of Shrews.

 

OOC:

Spoiler

Pet: ~
Class: ~
Level: Lvl 1
Current Location: Silkrin
 
Stats:
Toughness: 1
Endurance: 2
Power: 4
Intellect: 5
 
Traits:

• Shadow-walker: +1 Bonus to Assassin, Thief and Hunter Rolls.
• Elder Knowledge: Increased magic output
• Arcane Enthusiast: Can use two elements together.
• Precision
• Speed

Skills:

• Archery: +5
• Stealth: +4
• Hunting: +3

Inventory:

• Elven Bow (Crude), weight: 5 , range: 15, Durability: 30/30.
• Iron Arrows (15), weight: 1

Consumables: ~

Edited by Unbelievably Majestic, 02 August 2015 - 04:55 PM.

[Faye]

\\ Faye Aurelius Lightfel

   \\ Gathering of the Wolves - Team Red

 

"No..!" was the first word that came to Faye's mind as she realized what flinging her sword towards the rodents did to the party's endeavour. While it managed to stop the biggest one from fleeing, it spurred the other two to run even more frantically, slipping past Ziku's ambush as swiftly as a gale.

 

Apparently, her attempt at showing off her growth to her sister had backfired on her. She was ready to accept any punishment her honorable sister would impose on her, and closed her eyes tightly as Deirdre purposefully strode towards her position after beheading the wounded rodent with extreme prejudice.

 

"Honorable sister, I'm terribly sor.."

 

"Faye, Ziku, We'll rest up and have ourselves a feast. Found some cooking utensils, Faye I'll entrust you with the cooking end. Ziku, Me and you will collect the corpses together and prepare them for Faye," said the female knight nonchalantly as she clapped her hands together, as if the blunder on teamwork before did not even happen.

 

"... Huh?"

 

"Once we're well fed and rested, we'll pick up on the runaway vermins trail before it's too late. Agreed? Good," she continued without a trace of ire in her voice.

 

"Honorable sister.. It seems that you have grown even more when we were apart," Faye mused to herself. "To think that you would not let this bother you.. You have become even more amazing, sister!"

 

Without any further ado, Faye straighten her posture and gave a knight salute (sans the sword) before answering her leader's command. "Understood! I shall cook these meat to my best ability!" the apprentice declared confidently. "Do look forward for it, honorable sister," she added in the end with a childish grin plastered on her face from cheek to cheek.

 

"Now then.. Ziku, I'll start picking some fresh herb from the river banks there. In the mean time, would you mind helping me cut off the heads, tails, and claws from the shrews? I'll skin and de-bone them afterwards. Then we can start preparing the fire and cooking utensils together. Uhh, if you don't mind, that is. Cooking is not exactly every boy's favourite activity after all. Actually, never mind, I'll be going on now. See you later."

 

It was quite amazing how Faye regress from a confident chef to a flustered young girl when she realized that she was talking to a male childhood friend that's roughly seven years older than herself. Confidence is truly a quirky and volatile emotion, apparently.

 

 

OOC Info:

Spoiler

Alright, let's cook some shrew stew! And probably some charbroiled one with roasted veggies as well. Let's see if the god of dice is benevolent to Faye too this time around :3

Edited by Crouching Bacon, 03 August 2015 - 11:13 AM.

[Diabolical Rhapsody]

Team Green

 

It would not be far fetched to say that there were no better stalwarts of the discipline of archery than the Umbrons of the great forest. Something proven time and again, though the elves hardly ventured into the territories of what they believe to be savages. The word of their insane skills and precision did spread from time to time. It was Connak Whisperwind in the first age, an elf said to pluck the feathers from a flying eagle high in the sky, Volodar Wispcaller in the next age, said to have single-handedly defeated a manticore with nothing but his famed bow, coming from such an esteemed leagcy, the chances of Arenthiel being a crackshot were good. Something he showed in his first barrage.

 

The arrow cut through the wind and the mild fog that Yada had conjured straight through the right ear of the shrew who seemed to have sensed the prey coming, it had just stood on his paws to get a fair look through the fine mist when the shaft past through his brain. Such was the force of the draw that before our shrew even fell to the ground, it's partner was also pierced through it's thick skin and straight through its tiny heart. How Arenthiel managed this outlandish feat was beyond the capabilities of humans let alone the shrews but the shot was enough to strike fear into the group of rodents.

 

They frantically looked around to search for the attacker when a sword seemingly appeared from their blindside in the tall grass and beheaded their third brother. The flourish that Wisp had made was fantastic and the fact that her vivid green mop so beautifully camouflaged her advance that the shrews couldn't prepare for a counter.

 

As if by some cruel fate though, their misery was still not over as the conjurer of the mist descended himself to relieve another of them from its mortal coil. The spear of Yada moved like a precise scalpel. It's edge sharpened by super-speed water. The 'Varunastra' that the Dwarkan held was nowhere near its primordial strength held by the First Divine King but even in its incomplete form, it was a weapon that should not be taken lightly. The edge moved in a wide arc to relieve another shrew of its head and suddenly in a space of mere seconds their posse was reduced by more than half. 

 

It was a massacre and the teamwork whether intentional or not was frightening to a certain degree.

 

OOC:

Spoiler

 

Wow! guys, the god of dice was nice on you. All the Level 2 Shrews are dead. Only Level 3 remain.

 

Joker rolled a +3 and has become the only player to score Twin Kill Strike.

 

Yada rolled a +1 and killed one. Wisp rolled a +2 and killed 1. Good luck on next turn.

 

Progress chart are as follows.

 

Joddy: 60/170

 

Shmuser 165/170

 

Joker: 120/170

 

Korgan!

 

Not only was the dwarf feisty, he was an omen of bad luck for the iron fang. As he retched out Korgan with a mighty breath. He crashed into one fine pillar that was supporting that section of the cave resulting in a collapse. The force of the ejection had put Korgan safely away from the falling debris but the Ironfang wasn't fast enough to move out of the way. A big rock crashed on his tail, pinning him to the ground. Providing Korgan the perfect opportunity to strike.

 

He weaved through the falling debris like an agile black panther and struck the paw of the giant lizard with his hammer, breaking at least few bones in it before sliding underneath and detaching one of its arm from his cauterizing axe. The blade cut through its tough flesh like a hot knife through butter, singing the lizard as it howled in great pain. It thrashed around wildly managing to throw Korgan off its back and out in front before releasing its trapped tail.

 

This exchange had been entirely in the resilient dwarf's favor but the Ironfang was far from finished, he let out a bone-chilling hiss to signal his incumbent wrath. Korgan better be prepared.

 

Spoiler

 Good Rolls Naifu! You lost no health this turn. The ceiling did 500 damage and your weapons did a further 300 damage to the giant lizard. It's health is 2610/3900, it will regenerate its lost arm, next turn.

 

Team Blue

 

An eerie silence fell on the fields as Thargan completed his swing. The valiant mother had fallen, the crude axes tearing into her flesh and ripping her intestines asunder. The cold leer that had marked Thargan's savage features remained etched as he stood in silence. He was pushed; really pushed to the extreme of his abilities there and this time to his inner beast had answered him loyally.

 

The swing didn't look especially savage from his last few hits but the speed, the speed of the swing was something else. As if goaded by the god of lightning; had his arms moved with bizzare alacrity. It was sensational and terrifying at the same time. Thargan had finally stepped towards the direction he wanted to grow into.

 

The situation was tense but his smile remained the same, he stood still as if in shock as the blood remained splashed on his chest. Maybe another 'Lord of Carnage' was born this day. 

 

Spoiler

 

Bud, your rolls were not that good but your toss was. So Berserker rage proc'd and you did 2x damage despite a bad roll and stamina penalty. You also gained a massive level up.

 

You are now Level 4 and your current bar is 189/470. Health will regenerate fully in around 6 hrs of game timeline. You have 4 bonus SP to distribute.

 

 

Edited by RP Fiend, 06 August 2015 - 03:46 PM.

[Unbelievably Majestic]

Arenthiel To'rah

 

As he'd taken the shot he was actually quite worried that the drink would have disastrous effects on his shooting. As the arrow flew he wondered what he would do if he accidentally hit one of the pretty ladies. They probably wouldn't want to be his friend after that. Not to mention they looked like they'd probably kick his ass for it. Would he have to fight them? Instead of turning up as a dramatic new and helpful arrival he'd be some kind of bandit. Was that his fate? And so the arrow flew, and Arenthiel was rather worried indeed.

 

As his mind was flicking through all the possible hiding places he'd noticed as he followed the women's tracks, the arrow landed. Luckily for Arenthiel it looked like good old fashioned practice had really payed off. Lady luck was on his side this day. At least she was for now. Claiming her as a friend usually scared her away. Regardless, all those hours shooting his bow had most certainly left an impact. So much so that even while drunk he was able to hit his target. Not only did he get a nice head-shot, but also the arrow continued and killed a second shrew as well. Just as he had planned.

 

Yep.

 

Just.

 

As.

 

Planned.

 

Moments later, after admiring the totally on purpose double-kill shot briefly, Arenthiel picked his jaw back up off the floor and slid another arrow onto his bowstring. All the action and movement amidst the fog had swirled and pushed at the mist, sending off white plumes and creating whirls and explosions. In one swirl of mist an opening came, one of the surviving shrews came into view, and so Arenthiels second target was revealed to him, or third depending on how you thought about it. He seized the opportunity, took aim and let his arrow fly.

 

OOC:

Spoiler

Pet: ~
Class: ~
Level: Lvl 1
Current Location: Silkrin
 
Stats:
Toughness: 1
Endurance: 2
Power: 4
Intellect: 5
 
Traits:

• Shadow-walker: +1 Bonus to Assassin, Thief and Hunter Rolls.
• Elder Knowledge: Increased magic output
• Arcane Enthusiast: Can use two elements together.
• Precision
• Speed

Skills:

• Archery: +5
• Stealth: +4
• Hunting: +3

Inventory:

• Elven Bow (Crude), weight: 5 , range: 15, Durability: 30/30.
• Iron Arrows (13), weight: 1

Consumables: ~

 

[I-Am-X]

Deirdre Domhnall - Team Red

 

After they finished up the preparations, Deirdre calmy glanced over at Ziku and Faye. After analyzing their current states, along with her own, she decided about 3-4 hours would be the optimal amount of rest. Honestly, she strongly believes that that is too long but being the leader, it is her duty to decide the best course of action and raise the chances of success. Nothing would be gained from them giving chase in the dark all worn out, they'll be overwhelmed far before they reach the runaway shrews. She'll just have to bear with it and wait when they're at full strength for what is to come.

 

As the food was finally ready, they sat around the fire and dug it. It wasn't bad but it wasn't great either, nothing to do with Faye, though. Over-sized rodents like these beasts in the end were still rodents and not exactly top of the line ingredients, it was actually a testament to Faye's cooking skill that made something like this passable. Upon finishing their meal, Deirdre decided to lay down next to the fire and rest, suggesting that the others do the same as they prepare for round 2.

 

 

OOC:

Spoiler

 

Current Status:

HP: 40/60

Stamina: 4/6

 

Post Summary:

Continuation of resting post.

 

Current Location: Outside Silkren, Farmlands.

 

Traits: 

• Hunger for Dominance: +10% Xp gain.
• Multi-talented: Can Master two combat classes instead of one.
• Knightcraft (Passive): +1 to mounted combat/Knight. +1 Discipline
• Strength
• Leadership/Charisma

 

Level: 2

 

Class: (Locked Until Level 10)

 

Stats: (13 base points)

Toughness: 3

Endurance: 3

Power: 4

Intellect: 3

 

Skills:

Swordsmanship: +5

Dexterity: +4

The Domhnall Network: +3 - Being the child of Merchant and being brought up as one, Dee has managed to learn a lot of the ins and outs of the trade and made a number of contacts over the years. By exploiting this, she's able to bring in a number of information that others aren't privvy to.

 

 

Inventory:

Breastplate - Weight: 15, Durability: 35/35, Armor: 12 (+3)

Boots - Weight: 6, Durability: 30/30, Armor: 5 (+1)

Bastard Sword - Durability: 60/60, Damage: 8 (+3), Weight: 10

 

Consumables:

 

Edited by I-Am-X, 30 August 2015 - 11:09 PM.

[Orcraniil]

Ziku Kalil -- Team Red

 

Ziku, being fairly inexperienced in the kitchen, just followed the instructions given to him by master chef Faye and the results weren't too bad. Shrew's already weren't the best meat to be eating, but the food and rest was well needed, and thanks to Faye's talent, it actually tasted pretty good for what it was. When they were getting started she did seem a bit flustered but she shook it off splendidly. Still, what could've been bothering her? Ziku gave his head a slow shake to clear his mind as he laid next to the fire alongside his team. Deirdre had given the suggestion that a bit of rest before they head out once again was prudent, and it was. Upon receiving the instructions, Ziku smiled and threw himself onto his back next to the fire. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the flames dancing, and couldn't help but be mesmerized by their waltz. A light warmth settled into Ziku's heart as he gave a slight glance at Deirdre and Faye before returning his gaze to it's previous captor. He couldn't help but smile as he thought that there was no place he'd rather be than alongside those two.

 

Spoiler

R&R posts begin 

 

HP: 120/120

Stamina: 2/4

 

Traits:

 

• Hunger for Dominance: 10% XP gain.
• Multi-talented: Can master two combat classes instead of one.
• It's Kung-Fu Fighting!: +1 Melee combat/+1 Evasion rolls out of combat
• Defiance: Gains a stat bonus the more enemies he faces
• Let's Get Dangerous: The closer he gets to death, the higher his chance of parrying increases

Level: 1 (99 XP)

 

Class: (Locked until Level 10)

 

Stats: 12 base points

• Toughness: 4
• Endurance: 2
• Power: 4
• Intellect: 2

Skills:

• Duelist: +5
• Intimidation: +4
• Indomitable: +3

 

Inventory:

• Bandit Scimitar (Damage: 6(+3); Weight: 10; Durability: 40/40)
• Gloves (Weight: 5; Armor: 3(+1); Durability: 29/30)
• Boots (Weight: 5; Armor: 3(+1); Durability: 39/40)

1 gold

 

Consumables:

 

Current Location: Silkren

 

Edited by Orcraniil, 31 August 2015 - 04:57 AM.

[Jod]

Red blood scattered in an arc, as Yada’s spear sliced off the Shrew’s head. As the shrews body slumped to the ground, yada had already moved passed it. He heard a whoosh to his side, the sound of air moving fast, and then the the death squeals of two more shrews.

 

It seemed that Wisp had engaged and finished two shrews. However his hypothesis was falsified when he heard the death of another shrew to the far right. Yada assumed that another predator had joined the battle, whether he was here to steal or to help was the prime question.

 

As his form cut through the fog, Yada extended his senses through the fog. He could sense four points of movement. One was of course wisp, the other three were the remaining shrews. However this begged the question of who was the fourth. Either way he would find out soon enough, for now it was time to hunt shrew.

He had already neared his mark, he could feel it through the fog, after all it was an extension of his will. While still maintaining momentum , he spun on his heels as he he drew an arc with his spear, hoping to cut the shrew.

[The Illuminati]

Sparks

A bone-shattering hiss erupted from the breast of the giant lizard, deafening the dwarf and giving him a bit of nausea.

Smiling it off however, Korgan yelled in reply to the lizard’s battle cry, refusing to give an inch even in a shouting match.

Not seeing the humour in his gesture, the ironfang threw it’s head forward in an attempt to bite the short man in half.

Jumping just out of reach of the beast’s teeth and after making sure his biscuits were still attached to his pelvis, Korgan leapt back into the fray.

The next few minutes were a flash of claws and metal sparking off of each other until the ironfang finally regenerated it’s damaged arm.

Gear and Stats

Spoiler

Traits:
- Celebrated Legacy: All weapons crafted by dwarves are a grade better than their counterparts crafted by other races.
- Hammer and Axe: +1 to Warrior/+2 to Paladin
- Drunken Monk Step: +1 to damage when under the influence of ale. +1 Toughness.
- "KKOORRGGAANN SSTTOONNEEFFIISSTT!!!!": An epic shout that reinvigorates Korgan and all nearby allies.
- "Coward!": A powerful shout that propels Korgan through the air and onto the back of whichever enemy was trying to run away from their fight.
- Dwarven Boxing: Korgan deals more damage for every enemy, over three, surrounding him.

Level: 10

Level progress: 720/3520

Class: Warrior

Inventory:
- Zharr'Grund: Zharr'Grund is an ego weapon and as such, will scale with Korgan's level and gain bonus stats every 10 levels. Base Damage 16, Flame Damage +3, Durability 57/65, Weight 19.
- Val'Zwein: Val'Zwein is a fine weapon. Damage 15, Durability 45/80, Weight 13.
- Face of the Mountain King: Face of the Mountain King is a piece of normal armor, with the face of a bear across the front. Armor 15, Durability 98/100, Weight 15.
- Robes of the Dwarven Warrior Priest: Robes of the Dwarven Warrior Priest is a fine, dwarven armor set. Armor 45, Durability 148/150, Weight 25.

Current Location: Ruehill Mines, Lair of the Tinfangs.

Stats:
- Toughness: 7
- Endurance: 6
- Power: 6
- Intellect: 4
- Health: 240/240 (+1 due to influence of ale)
- Fatigue: 0/12

Skills:
- Blacksmith: +4
- Entertainer: +3
- Fighter: +5

SP: +2

[Diabolical Rhapsody]

Korgan!

 

As if granted a second lease of life, the ironfang grew more fierce and unpredictable. Korgan was no amateur but the uneven footing and the agility of his opponent did dazzle him in the exchange they just hand. The influence of ale was slowly passing of and the liquid courage that seemed to have kept him eager seemed to be diminishing. The fatigue and the wounds he was receiving weren't much help either.

 

Yet, nothing major had happened. All his ribs and his extremities still seemed to be attached to his torso. The ironfang was sharp but Korgan was a monster in his own right. The indomitable dwarf had certainly proved himself more than a mouthful to the giant lizard. Had he not been a bit unlucky at times, the larger lizard would also have joined its fallen brethren by now.

 

Perhaps a wise decision would have been to enter this cave with some backup. But, Korgan hated sharing his meals. With a savage smile that exposed yellow teeth, he bellowed at the ironfang. The next exchange was about to go down. Hopefully, the amber glowing waraxe of his may finally take something more than just a hand.

 

Spoiler

Bad rolls mate, you did only 150 damage on the lizard. You took 30. So your health is now 150/240. Irongfang is at 2460/3400. Hang in there buddy, good luck.

 

 

[Shmuser Name]

Wisp dexterously swung the sword about in circles by its hilt as she examined her kill. Her eyes then shot over to the three remaining bastards. Wait, what? A singular arrow had whistled through the air and struck two of the Shrews, but this had gone unnoticed by the ex-smuggler. She dared not lose line of sight with the three beasts before her, fortunately Yada was present as well. Wisp could see in their eyes the horror and primal rage seething within their forms. They were stronger looking than the recently slain. Whoever the archer was, she hoped they were friendly. Then again, uninvited guests were worrisome.

 

Smugglers always wanted to know how many people there were going to be. Stowaways were not welcome, as they were basically abusing the effort of the smugglers for free. Wisp always gave the stowaways she found a chance to work with the smugglers, or be killed right then and there. Suffice to say, an extra pair of hands always did help in transporting cargo, keeping watch, or even intimidation. The more the merrier. Memories of Wisp's time as a smuggler with her merry gang were flushed out of her mind as she remembered that all of her precious friends were dead. Grief clutched her lungs, and she became red-faced with hatred.

 

Wisp yelled at the Shrews and stomped her boot onto the earth. She wanted their full attention, this pent-up frustration at the Magister needed to be released.

[Diabolical Rhapsody]

Team Green

 

The mist seemed to follow his will but fighting on ground was still a bit tough for Yada, his body felt lighter, his swings were faster and thus; his timing was off. His spear whipped through the fog as it cut a deep gash in the rodent that stood up to face him. The shrew stepped back and bared his fangs, his intent crystal clear like his eyes. Their initial shock had passed and now they were ready to attack their attackers.

 

But, as fate would have it. There was no reprieve today. Another arrow whizzed through the fog and once again two bodies fell to the ground. With remarkable precision Arenthiel had shot another arrow. It was a bit of a shocker to him. He didn't know if it was the fire brandy that still burned in his stomach or just the sweet kiss of Lady luck on his cheek. But he had managed to slay his target and the one about to attack the conjurer of the fog.

 

All that now remained was a single shrew, too intimidated by the war cry Wisp had given. Would she be kind to end his misery with a blow or would she enjoy the torture and skin him alive? 

 

The plot thickens.

 

Spoiler

 

Wow! guys. Joker rolled a +4 and on his bonus roll rolled a +1 managing to kill 2 again. Yada had rolled a -1 and Wisp a 0. Wisp's intimidation succeeded, the Shrew invites first attack. It is Wisp's call. All other party members can only act after Shmuser's post.

 

Progress:

 

Joddy: 60/170

 

Shmuser: 165/170

 

Joker [level up!]: 130/240 { you have 1 stat point to distribute}

[Shmuser Name]

Another brilliant shot from the stranger! The thrum of the bow was too far to be heard, but Wisp's peripheral vision managed to catch sight of the arrow shaft zipping through the air and implanting itself into two more of the Shrews! Spectacular! Twice in a row! Whoever this stranger was, Wisp greatly desired to meet them to satisfy her curiosity as to what the archer looked like.

 

As for the Shrew before her, it was frozen in complete fear. It could have been mistaken for dead were it not standing. Easily, Wisp jogged over to the beast and swung her sword. It arced within the air, flashing sunlight towards the foliage at the side for a brief second. With a satisfying cleave, she sunk her blade most of the way into its neck. Blood splattered to the earth below, dripping off of her blade and wetting the fur around the wound. Wisp then drew her blade out and exhaled, calming herself as she realized that the deed was done after the lifeless shrew slumped onto the ground.

Edited by Shmuser Name, 23 August 2015 - 05:39 AM.

[Diabolical Rhapsody]

Wisp

 

She slightly jogged over to the vermin that stood dazed by the complete slaughter it had witnessed. It's pupils dilated at the approach of the impending death, the blade shimmered in the waning sunlight, orange hue washing over the grass as the fog hugged her form and gave her a celestial look. In his heart the shrew was happy, it was about to depart this world seeing a glimpse of the mesmerizing beauty that his grim reaper had morphed into.

 

Shwing!!

 

And then there was silence. With a swift swing, the life and times of Beady the pooper were over. It fell to the cold embrace of the mother earth, satisfied that he'll be reborn again. Maybe as a giant-killer in another life.

 

Spoiler

Congratz! your first hunt was an overwhelming success. Wisp has leveled up. Progress: Level 2: 94/240.

 

Note: Joddy and Shmuser, please attach the spoiler tag of your equipment and levels at the end. It is a bit of pain to look back to earlier posts to see your equipment and stats.

 

Also, Shmuser has one stat point to assign anyway he wants.

 

[Unbelievably Majestic]

Arenthiel To'rah

 

Battles always feel like they've taken longer than they have. In the rush of combat the seconds stretch out into minutes. You enter a strange new and compressed version of time. And even for Arenthiel as he crouched atop the hill, far from being in any actual danger, time had been doing strange things. Right up until his second and final arrow landed and the girl with a splash of green in her hair laid the final blow on the last thing... the things... the whatever they had been fighting. Arenthiel hadn't really considered what he'd been shooting at the time. Everything just looked like pretty little bullseyes from up here. But as the last creature fell dead time returned to normal. And Arenthiel realized the whole thing, from start to finish, probably hadn't taken much longer that about thirty seconds.
 

Arenthiel removed the unneeded third arrow that had arrived on his bowstring and returned her to the quiver with her sisters. Apparently she wasn't ready to leave home just yet. He put his bow on his back and finally rose from his crouch. His hands pulled a nub of charcoal and a small journal out of his pocket as he began making his way down the hill. As usual he began to absentmindedly write down the details of this step of his journey.

 

"Finally caught up with the hunters who left the tracks. They turned out to not be the grizzly local hunters I had expected at all. Both are women for starters. Easy on the eyes too. Very easy on the eyes. One of them is one of those fish-type people, I never can remember what they're called... But I'd bet a lot of money these two aren't locals at all. Probably just passing through like me. About to introduce myself. Maybe we can have a drink together later. Just helped them with their hunt as an icebreaker. Shot two arrows, killed four creatures. Beautiful shots. Anyway, I'm about to talk to them, let's see what happens."

His fingers managed to make the journal and charcoal disappear back to wherever they had come from just as Arenthiel arrived at the aftermath of the battle. If it could have been called such a thing. Arenthiel rather thought it was much more worthy of the title Slaughter, or, Super Amazing Marksmanship Display. He looked at the two women with a smile. "Hey. How's it going? You ladies have got some nice moves there. Gotta love a woman who knows how to fight." He was talking as he walked around now, picking out his kills from the wreckage. "The name's Arenthiel. Nice to meet you both." He leaned down over the first pair of dead creature's that he'd shot. "Are you girls from around here?" Slowly and deliberately, almost tenderly, he checked they were dead and then picked them up, moving over to the other pair to do the same. "I just got into town myself." He said, all smiles and calmness, as he sat and started trying to remove his arrows from the awkward places he'd put them earlier. "Between you and me, I may have a bit of a bar tab waiting for me back in town." He said, his gentle laugh spilling from his mouth as he gestured around at the wilderness that surrounded them. "Just out here for a little Fire Brandy money. What brings the two of you out here?"

 

OOC:

Spoiler

Pet: ~
Class: ~
Level: Lvl 2
Current Location: Silkrin
 
Stats:
Toughness: 1
Endurance: 2
Power: 5
Intellect: 5
 
Traits:

• Shadow-walker: +1 Bonus to Assassin, Thief and Hunter Rolls.
• Elder Knowledge: Increased magic output
• Arcane Enthusiast: Can use two elements together.
• Precision
• Speed

Skills:

• Archery: +5
• Stealth: +4
• Hunting: +3

Inventory:

• Elven Bow (Crude), weight: 5 , range: 15, Durability: 30/30.
• Iron Arrows (13), weight: 1

Consumables: ~